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It was the V day today. For us the proper first Valentines day, she thought and was playing with her new favourites " THE ROSE", which he had been playing on her for some time now. Yes, past few Suhaagraats they all started with the Rose and off late he wishes her Good Morning with a Rose.
She had a smile on her face , the happiness travelling all over her body with Just the mere thought of it. The after effect of it, going to linger for so many nights, after the trouble he would make when she whimpered in pain or writhed under the pleasure caused by him on this particular night. She had so many thoughts in her mind clouded and was seeing the tickdy talk clock, and praying to Lord Kameshwara to fast forward the time and the clock to struck at 11 pm. AS that was the time all would have slept.
But fate doesn't allow the time nor incidents which were to happen move any time faster.
She had lit the candles and was waiting for him in that Red Satin Nightie for the first time. Red spreading the Color of love in the air. The color of the Vermilion, their proof of marriage, the color of blood on the day when she lost her virginity , when he took her for a joyous ride by giving both pain and the pleasure and the sheets which were stained with few drops of blood.
The color of her lips, the color of the bites and bruises on his and her body, the color of the their seed which may get implanted inside her womb after many passionate nights. The color of the heart, the color of the love, the color of her.. Red.. Red spreading..HOT LOVE or HEART N LOVE..
The satin dress covering her body so fit and fine as it was, making her feel that the dress was made only for her, covering from her head till knee, and showing her assets and the curves so fine within the thin satin cloth too,v very beautifully or sexually.
She was waiting for him in her room, the candles lit all around , to show that this night was meant for them. He can burn her in his ocean of desire and passion for her, in the art of love making. The illumination spread the rays around her in the dim light, made her feel that she was the moth and he was the flame in the fire and she would die in the Volcano Mountain as the lava exploded around, killing the nearby and as well as finally dead as the dark ashes in the flow.
She wanted to be killed by him or rather other way around, she killed him each and every minute when they made love as the heat produced from her body, the sweat flown around, from both their bodies indicated that the heat was not enough at all, and ended up making more and more of passion filled intimate desires fulfilled sessions seeking for frost with a bite.
The time was running, but still there was no sign of him. Her eyes were glistened and few dew drops fell from her eyes. She went into a mini slumber awaiting for his arrival, resting her hand on the small cushions and one hand tightly clutching on to the rose which she wanted to gift him. The fire went down, they were melting, like wise the day too was melting. It was 1 am now. The new day had arrived.
**
He came inside the room, like the small rat in search of Cheese. The yummy cheesy cheese. He wanted to bite the cheese, with a sweet cheese smile and taste the origin of the cheese , the lips and the milk in which the cheese was made or was it the place where it came from again and again.
He saw the room decorated and felt very bad, how he had hurt her on this occasion. Yes..she was waiting for him all along. Finally he ended up coming late. He bit his tongue and apologised to her in his own way.
He bent and kissed her forehead and the teary eyes, sucked her tears. She woke up, sensing him around, as the heat spread from his body, spread the warmth as well as the news that he was around to make the wonderful night more special. AS ALL THE DAYS WERE VALENTINES DAY FOR THE LOVERS.
She woke up and turned away her face from him, telling that she was angry. But it dint last for more than a minute. He bent and kissed her cheeks and went down to her lips and pressed her lips with his.. in a flash of second with a Scorching kiss. The kiss was the solution for all the problems. And the Best one to woo a women ..that too an angry bird.
He lifted her in his arms, tying a ribbon on her eyes, blindfold he took her and went to the terrace. For Shlok, terrace was one lucky place, where he would sneak out and go and do all wicked things with her. Either fight, or kiss, or play in water or bite her when he is anger. All the colors of their life .. This terrace played a role.
He removed the blindfold and threw away the silky ribbon. He stood behind her hugging her from behind. She was in tears, not in less than a second. Yes they both were standing as a couple, he in white cotton Kurta and she in red satin Nightie, in front of three mirrors. They say mirrors represent the REAL YOU. Was that true? Yes it was true. The Mirror doesn't lie at all. It shows the true you. Here it showed them. Astha and Shlok in a tight hug. So close that, even a thin strip of air could not travel.
Did the three mirrors say anything. As Vani and Nims have symbolised enough, I write different here. Yes, Mirrors they show the real you. The Internal beauty and the external beauty. Internal and external together they combine and settled in them as one. The left and right showing them individually, but the centre one reflecting them together, saying matches made in heaven and they are made for eachother. Or was it the Snow white story, where the witch asked the Mirror.. mirror mirror on the wall.. tell me truly who Is the beautiful among all... The mirror said.. snow white.. and here Astha was the Ms. Snow white with Mr. White -Shlok Agnihotri In white Kurta.
Or was the three mirrors telling different things. Like I LOVE YOU, I WANT YOU, MADE FOR EACHOTHER, LETS MAKE LOVE,LETS SWIM IN LOVE, LOVE IS IN THE AIR, I MISS U, I KISS U, U KISS ME, LETS ENJOY TOGETHER, LETS BE TOGETHER, TOGETHER FOREVER, YOU ARE MINE, LOVE IS LOVE, A BEAUTIFUL NIGHT, HAPPY VALENTINES DAY, U ARE MY VALENTINE,U ME AND OURS, LETS BURN THE NIGHT, LOVE DESIRE AND PASSION.
The three mirrors were representing these for me. All the time telling Love is in the air. The Lovebirds cozy and comfy, settled in a corner for warmth and burn the floor with the fire, which even the fire engine couldn't put off.
He gifted her a peacock feather. Indicating he wanted to dance with her, spreading his wings and inviting for mating and spreading the colors of the rainbow and let it rain and they dance in rain. Luckily it dint rain that night.The garden showing greenish plants for the fertility indicating a new seed to be planted in her womb, by him.
They sat on a table. It was a simple dinner date. A candle light dinner. Astha opened the tray and saw, she was shocked at first, then surprised. Her mouth formed a big O. She couldn't understand the inner meaning of the food or the drink , he had arranged for her.
She dint bother much with the food arrangements. She was happy that , she was with him, on this particular day. As last year was hell for both.
It started with the dance. She gave her hand and he took the lead later. Never bother on this as, he did his round of fun, holding her, touching her, smooching her, lifting her, throwing her in the air etc etc..
Finally kissing her and tickling her in her tummy, that she was giggling away, looking happy and thanking her fate for bringing Shlok as her hubby for seven births.
They say any thing can happen over coffee. Is that true yes. For a long night, to be awake, where he has to fulfil her each and every wish, or he rather fulfilling his wish by touching her with his lips and hands and other stuff all over or her body dancing over him or under him and in the due process, her lip's touch making him groan so louder that he would demand for more and more of that.. that sexy night.
The had their coffee. The cream of it with two hearts telling that they were the two hearts, like the swan, like the dove , like the lobster made for eachother. They live and die for each other.
It was a full moon night. Leaving a dusty cloud behind them, they just settled on the place which they got, as for them it was the very special day as they were together as only just two of them.The night was passing very fast. The stars in the sky were twinkling and yearning to see the show of them.
Shlok took the fork and fed her the noodles. She was showing faces and pouting. The lips which gave a pout was immediately sucked by his lips. She dint expect this, but enjoyed his naughty act.
She was surprised and asked him, why he cooked noodles. He said this was the sexiest food ever. Now you will not No.. I will show u later he uttered and took a single long noodle and kept in her mouth. The other side of the noodle he held in his mouth. The game was understood. Both of them were playing the lip - TUG OF WAR WITH NOODLES.. who ever wins would start the show. Was that required. I guess in romance, little bit of foreplay was required. It will create more thrill.
He pulled her closer and the noodles fell on her throat breaking, the little soup of the noodles, dripped and touched her collar bone, he dint waste even a second. His tongue tasted the hollow of her neck with a biting deadly kiss, sucking the noodle soup along with sending a shiver over her spine.
He was mentally thinking now something silly. What if he took the noodles and tied her TOP like breasts with the noodles. He can run and see the Top.. may be .. the noodles as string would make her twin tops to go round and round on her body.. or his hands would shag her nail like nipples to turn and go round and round..
He had one more silly thought. So much of noodles on her breast making her boobies more huge, he imagined Madonas old video, the black and white one.. where her breasts were too huge or the dress which Madonna wore was too huge. Such huge tits on Astha.. he stopped his imagination and felt very weird.. Ugh..bull he thought and came out of his trance.
He pulled her closer as the time was running like the satapthi train and he wanted to implant his seeds for more than three to four times.
The coat of the gown was opened as he untied the knot In the centre. First when he saw the red gown, he felled why she had covered fully. Why her skin was not shown. They say Mirrors lie sometimes. This mirror too lied. Outside it was full but inside it was something different.
She was clad in a red netted lingerie. Like a small baby frock over a bikini bra , covering her top till her upper thigh. The bottom of hers covered with matching netted black fabric making her look more sexy and he turning to become devil.
He pulled her closer and in the process the gown fell down. The struggling part of the inner silhouette was the knot stuff. He couldn't wait any longer as his groin was stiff from some time now .
He wanted her. What about her feelings. Yes---,' she too wanted him.
He angled her head, unable to think of anymore to say. She had been like a livewire, ready to explode, ever since she'd walked to that makeshift bed and stood next to this man, her husband Mr.Shlok Agnihotri. She craved what he craved...their unison.
Shlok made the decision for her. He flung the gown aside and strode towards her. Astha stepped back wide eyed.She ripped his kurta in the mean time. He was naked and oh so aroused. She found it difficult to keep her eyes from looking at how beautifully well endowed he was. Before he reached her, she quickly tossed her hanging left over gown off.
Shlok stopped where he was. He'd only covered half the distance. His breath caught in his throat. His lungs constricted. She looked ---sexy. He could not hide the pleasure from his eyes. The beautiful red briefs were modest, yet hinted of the delights it hid. She had beautiful flawless skin. The red lacy top covered her breasts, but it failed to hide its firm well rounded shape. Through the flimsy top he saw her shapely waist, her flat board stomach. It ended just where the bikini started.
Astha, you are very beautiful,' his eyes held hers.
She just stared at him, unable to speak, consumed by his sheer magnetism. Shlok closed the distance between them. He did not reach out for her, but his head lowered, his lips brushed hers teasingly until she cracked.
Her hands bunched at his chest. Her lips parted, inviting his tongue in. He made a guttural sound as he pulled her against his naked body. He loved the feel of her lace fabric against his bare flesh. Her hands draped around him, it moved to his back, raking up and down the expanse of firm muscles. His tongue wound around hers; his hands threaded her auburn tresses. Through the lace, he felt her breasts press against his chest, her aroused nipples bruised against her top. His fingers feathered down her body, over her navel, it hovered lower.
She pulled him closer against her. She deepened the kiss. He sensed her hunger, her heightened arousal. His palm rode up her thigh. He heard the muffled cry, knew she was close to breaking point.
He lifted her below the knees and carried her to bed. Gently he lowered her onto the mattress. Her top was ripped off. His tongue laved and suckled. Her cry was a little louder. Her fingers raked wildly over his back. Her pelvis lifted to mould against his erect shaft. His fingers dipped inside her briefs. His mouth closed over hers, swallowing the whimper that escaped her throat. Her lacy briefs were pulled down. One finger penetrated the triangle of her women hood. He found her moistness, hot and inviting. Shlok tore his lips away. It trailed down over her breasts, past her navel...still lower.
She resisted... he shouldn't, but he was stronger than her, overpowering her, his tongue taking her to a place she'd never been to before. Her fingers gripped the silk sheet on either side of her body. Her head tossed about violently. Just when she thought she was about to detonate, Shlok rolled over, taking her with him. He hauled her astride his waist.
What the hell!
Shyly, she realized he was allowing her to take the lead. She gazed down at his face. He smiled, his hand travel up...caressing her breasts, it skims over her erect nipples. Her head fell backwards as his fingers trailed down again into her soft moist centre. Her eyes closed.
Hey..Pls...open your eyes.'With difficulty, she forced her eyes open, dragging it to meet his dark desire filled ones when all she wanted to do was shut her eyes and savour the moment of glory.Guide me into you,' he murmured huskily and very sensuously.
Calling on the sum total of one previous experience, she touched his velvet shaft. She had difficulty grasping the engorged form, but finally managed to lift herself up and steer him through her moist channel. When he was inside, Shlok thrust deeply. Her head fell back again. She groaned pleasurably. All she wanted to do was collapse onto her back.
Follow my lead Astha,' his hands cupped her waist as he lifted and thrust repeatedly.Feeling like she was floating on a runaway cloud , she could barely focus on his words, her brain was zoned out, her body was in total control. It seemed to comprehend the momentum. Astha repeatedly lifted her body and blissfully sunk down on his shaft again and again, giving to him as much pleasure as she was receiving.
Shlok felt it the second her muscles constricted, when her palms reached behind her and clutched his thighs tightly and her head hung limply on her shoulders he finally let go himself.Her entire body was flaccid. Not a single muscle knew how to move, all she wanted to do was collapse on his chest. She shifted and collapsed on her own pillow. The moment she regained her breadth, she would crawl to the bathroom.
Baby..that was beautiful,' Shlok hauled her back onto his chest, cradling her in his arms. Really?' she panted, loving the way his palms ran smoothly up and down the bare flesh of her back. It lingered on her shapely buttocks, moulding her to him again. Astha could not believe he was aroused all over again with in few minutes. For heaven's sake, she was exhausted.
Shlok,' she groaned.He laughed. Tired, Honey,' his lips pressed at her shoulder. Okay, I'll let you rest,' she felt his smile on her flesh. Rest for a little while,' he murmured, cradling her head against his shoulder, refusing to allow her out of his arms.
That was a very beautiful night.
**
The second round started. The noodles he placed on her navel.. and took the chop stick and started digging on her belly button, which released more senses in her .. His fingers acting down under as chop sticks.. they ended up smooching with the noodles and had many cups of coffee for not falling asleep all thru the night.
AS IT GOES.. ANYTHIGN CAN HAPPEN OVER A COFFEE AND WITH TWO MINUTES NOODLES ON THE SPECIAL VALENTINES DAY..
BELATED VALENTINES DAYS WISHES TO ALL.
we will make it official..noodles n coffee as ashlok special..the most hottest V day...we should make Noodles and Coffee as official food on Valentine's Day...noodles not only helps to reduce hunger but also increase erotic feeling...Shlok should cover Astha with the noodles than lick and suck it...than lick again so there is no stain of curry on her body...who could imagine that a simple 2 min noodles and a simple coffee change a boring life into wild adventure... 👏 bravo DV...
viji..symbolism part .moon..three mirrors candle...how was it..we will make it official..noodles n coffee as ashlok special..
He can do many more things with noodles...the blindfold too he can use to tie hands and mk love..
If there is will there is way...can mk from dust too some thing useful..thats me..
Viji ...u r rocking ...
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